Lyrics Cam’ron – Hello
Text:
Cam’ron:
Had to do this far my man Murph
Don Q:
Don
Cam’ron:
Killa!
HELLO!
Rip Murph!
Don Q:
Talking to lead
I’m one of the last few
Had to get my respect it was past due
Through with my past
I just reminisce when I pass through
Moving them bags
Tryin’ to get em flipped in my stash
Crew shooters that blast over the nonsense on the cash flew
Ask who was there when nobody actually cared
Real shit had to share his kicks for half of the year
And now I take mine and I take his daughter shopping
Same nigga pull up to your door with the.40 knockin’
I got niggas quarter coppin’
Coke in the water lockin’
All they ever knew was hustle cause they never saw an option
I’m hearin’ the sneak dissin’
I’m tryin’ to ignore the gossip
Third take better be an earthquake before I drop it
I hear the hoes ponderin’
I got a cult followin’
Joe Carroll, I throw arrows into your soul hollerin’
The most relatable, no debatable, most dominant
I’m in need of a blessin
I’m blowing weed to the heavens
Cause in my dream I was destined to see me speedin’ in 7s
When you look in the mirror
And nigga see your reflection
Is you really or not
That’s the easiest question
I’m around OG’s
That was sellin’ ki’s out the Westin
Never leave ya protection
And never speak off confessions
Y’all niggas getting lost on me
Only need a direction
Feel it when you look at his momma face
And see the aggression
DON
Cam’ron:
HELLO
Aw man
Harlem world
HELLO
High Bridge
HELLO
Bronx, Queens
HELLO
Brooklyn
HELLO
Staten Island
HELLO
Aw man
My bad ladies
HELLO
You gettin money?
HELLO
You fuck with snitches?
HELL No
Ok
HELLO
HELLO
HELLO
Aw man
He know killers
Ya’ll know Killa
Fast cars, speed boats, all sorts of villas
Bad girls, jewelry, drive-bys, chinchillas
RIP to Mike but I’m the real Thrilla
I’m done with that though
I ain’t beefin with the family man
Shit I’m still in the PJ’s like candy man
With dude sellin whole halves of candy yams
Despite that the garage look like candy land
Candy painted ain’t nothing about me tainted
Drove every car you name it
Look homie come get acquainted
Can’t change it or rearrange it
Disclaimer because I’m heinous
The 9 will make you famous
Blow! That’s for the plaintiff
The gun range no goggles
The targets they testin nozzles
The bullets they on point
Them points you call hollows
In the club we get the bottles
We leave it we hit the throttle
Then pull up inside McDonalds with porn stars and models
Look nigga you can’t erase me, debate me, rape me I’m spacey
These bitches they want my baby
Nah baby, but you can taste me
The guns got no safety
In DC for when they grazed me
And I ain’t been postin’ lately
Ya’ll would really hate me
Yeah homie, it’s a blessin
I’m here to answer the questions
I’m the OG Don Q was talkin about at the Westin
Yeah, yeah baby let that molly rock
Niggas suckas Imma start sellin lolli pops
HELLO
Aw man
She sniffed a line
HELLO
Damn that ass fat
HELLO
Down south
HELLO
Midwest
HELLO
West coast
HELLO
Aw man
HELLO
You gettin money?
HELLO
You actin funny?
Hell no
Ok
HELLO
HELLO
HELLO
Aw man
